Текст: Neon Indian. Psychic Chasms. Deadbeat Summer.

Come and run from the heat
In the middle of a sunlit street
Seeing thoughts in repeat
But I'd rather get something to eat
Feeling senseless and? beat
And I wonder if through chance we will meet

Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer
Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer

Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer
Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer

You're the one that I'll miss
From my summer when I'd stolen a kiss
Hear the endless hiss
As he rolls into the starlit abyss
All my dreams reminisce
Never thought this time would be like this

Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer
Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer

Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer
Deadbeat summer
It's just a deadbeat summer